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4 yrs ago
Current Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference
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Women aren't mysterious, men are often dense
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4 yrs ago
"We commit the sins again And our sons and daughters pay"
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4 yrs ago
Good point life but to make a correction----- When Life gives you Lemons... Grab a fat one an squirt it in Life's Eyes
4 yrs ago
They when life gives you lemons... grab one of the fat ones an squirt it in lie's eyes

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Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case

Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.

I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel

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Working on mine, been distracted





Kwan stood before a table on which sat motorcycle engine and all the tools the book said were required in disassembly.

First were the delicates like tubing and wires found on the exterior of every engine and while she removed them quickly to any observing the slowest part of the process. She wore special gloves made just for her because while her aura or whatever it was that protected her from the building friction of high speeds it didn’t protect her from hot metal. Why that was important soon became apparent as the oils on most of the machined parts gave off a faint smoke that built up as another screw, nut, bolt, and other various parts were laid on the table some popping from the friction.

Nearby a few of the Techs and other professional types stood watching her perform as task that was slated to take a competent mechanic 4.6 hours in just under 10 minutes but it didn’t end there; there were other tables and odd tests. Jigsaw Puzzle 10,000 pieces all white which they though a clever twist but was actually how Kwan preferred such things, she found the pictures distracting. Paper folding, they wanted origami to which she laughed pointing out she was Korean Raised in Hong Kong not a Mika of the Kanto so she made fans, airplanes and little paper puzzles like you played with in school. And last but by no means least and her own request; “Cooking”

The Military types were nervous watching the slicing of chicken and veggies which happened smoothly and so fast it was as if she only lightly touched them with the knife; Kwan wondered if she should have used a playing card instead. She wondered if she should have been insulted that only a third had even tasted her cooking but two did join her in the meal which broke up the tests of this morning. They were both Psychology types and seemed to have ulterior motives like asking about her childhood which was tough but rewarding. She shut them down when they suggested some of her memories were child abuse and endangerment, what did they know.


The Running track



Dressed in a top that looked painted on as did it’s matching shorts Kwan stood at the starting line and began a series of light wind sprints at a leisurely pace around 250 mph while wishing she had more room like out in the desert at the first place they took her. It was there on the huge thing they called a salt flat that Kawn first learned how fast she could really go and how fast she could recover from a trip or fall.

Mach 5 - 3836mph or 5626 feet per second, she was twice as fast as the fastest rifle projectile which explained why when people shot at her it was funny to her how slow the bullets actually moved; on the base she’d asked and gotten an armory officer to fire a short burst from his gun so she could pace them in flight.

It was interesting to watch the projectiles twist their way through the air and where she learned hot was still hot and she needed gloves to catch bullets. It became a short lived bit of fun when they wanted to fire several guns at her from differing angles and she made it a dance, why do it if it isn’t fun?

But here she was now wondering when she’d get to go out and vent a little nervous energy running in simple drills just to keep her hyperactive mind busy; some pretty girls here.

I'll go for Gunner's mate
I can run a Guy, What position has yet to be taken?...been waiting for everyone to grab what they wanted first
@Metronome

Never, I always thought some of the things they did with all the speed force crud as a bit too mystical




Bored out of her skull watching the reruns of life along the reruns on the channels then it came to her; a game to play against herself. She was going to track the least visited space in the Tower, maybe it was a forgotten place.

Two hours and nineteen minutes later she’d found if not an unvisited place but at least it was interesting. It was clear to see it was an exercise area but none of the equipment had that bulky hard to break look like the meta gym equipment so she thought it might have been set up for the minders to use but how wrong she was.

The place was the former private exercise studio granted for the use of one of Horizon's more interesting non lethals, Lady Gaia.



Bag-Racks-Rings
Uneven Bars
Mats
Machines, climbing, riding, stepping and a couple not sure yet.
Free weights
Private shower steamroom and sauna
Walk In Closet that had leotards, leggings and all other manner of exercise tog
Women only



As she wandered the forgotten rooms and touched things of a woman who was dead, missing, and or possibly on the run Sydney saw why she heard people call her Princess, she acted like you hoped one would. The Lady had gone missing in that big event down in Antartica, when they called an all in and they tossed into a raging battle a woman who’s talent had feed 100s of 1,000s after disasters, who could have ended the threat of world starvation with her research.

So Sydney simply smiled and took a seat on a leg lift bench with a comfy back rest on dialed in the show.



7 years ago



Velma dear please listen to me, I want you to use your powers
But I want where and how you use them to be your choice; it's even Okay that you still work with Horizon.
“I’m an MP sweety, a peer, I can get you out of this place”

Pleaded an older gray haired man Sydney felt her mind placing from her internal archives.

They were not alone in the room men in the supply uniform of the Tower were assembling the equipment and gear in the spacious room. Then there were two Minders one Sydney knew but now he was older the other was likely working somewhere else in the world or dead; minders never quit.

Then she turned her expresion glowing with excitement, Lady Gaia Dame Marberry

Oh Daddy that would be a waste of your power; not that you can’t do it only that its effects on our family reputation and the favors you would have to call or owe.

They are being very accommodating daddy, they even set up this gym for me to use, I can’t do that equipment they normally use, it looks so industrial and I barely register. Not very encouraging to see you barely twiddle the needle.


No wonder Horizon used her as a Public Relations hero she was pretty, well spoken and confident. Even though it had been over 7 years since Lady Gaia appeared on video Sydney had seen her and could remember the warmth in her voice.

The fallback shifted away before finishing this time showing her Lady Gaia confronting one of the OLs (Overlords/Directors)

Robert you know that your present methods will eventually result in the rebelion you fear. No matter how lovely the guilding eventually the inmates notice the bars. It is not within any branch of humanity to suffer imprisonment too long and prisoners we are now with the latest rules.

Forcible conscription, incarceration, unwanted experimentation, and who knows what other dehumanizing may be required in the future if we have no say at all in the matter at hand. Your Doctors caused a miscarriage and they are accused of doing it on purpose because the parents are both meta.

I am not here to accuse them or Horizon of wrong doing, what I am saying is that in event the fuel of conspiracy is the lack of transparency and when Evergreen offered to help she was locked out; Amelia can regrow lost limbs. Why would one of the most powerful healers be keep from a medical case?


The director sighed and Sydney could sense his lack of honesty even in fall back when he spoke

Velma the Doctor was new and made mistake of thinking he had it under control then the fool tried to cover it up...he’s being punished for his stupidity. As for the latest rule changes I have tried to stress a more relaxed stance in the Tower rules but I only have one vote.

Please try and keep your people under control, they have even worse rules they need reason to put into effect
then the director gave away his inner thoughts in his body language; He cared for her.

The images grew more repetitive scenes of her and three other women who it seemed had no super strength enhancements, they were obviously friendly almost like a sisterhood. It was all interesting but surely there were travel items left here by her.


Real Time



Sydney popped out of her fallback and could now place the faint scent the room had, it was the scent of Lady Gaia who strangely could remind you of green gass could also confuse you with flowers and fruits. That scent was not so much what she smelled like but the more dominant local plants in flower, it was part of how she talked with plants.

Then the slender, young, and now curious Sydney headed into the walkin taking only moments to understand the layout of drawers and the pleasant fact that stocked it with things the other ladies of the Tower might need if they became a guest of her’s. Made it easier to look about thinking of the things she planned to put on and model.

But first things first, jewelry.
It was all kept in a digital safe which Sydney punched in after watching the Lady do it several times just to make sure there were no 3rd day tricks.

None of the things in the safe held any great value other than 30% had silver in their makeup the rest was semiprecious stones and things she’d picked up in her travels. It was good they held no real value to the rest of the world for to Sydney they were like rare and beautiful journals.

The most beautiful of all the things was a small silver memento ring whose focus was two raised hippocampus facing their tails forming the band. It was only a little like Lady Gaia’s family crest but enough that she bought it herself when she was 12 years old wearing it either as a ring or leather cord bangle under her shirt in school.

Next was a shell necklace made over 150 years ago give to her by a grateful people she kept feed for 2 months and then taught the secrets of their island’s botanical layout; Velma wore it on the rare vacations she took under the guise of Tower Public Relations. The steamy side of Vel was the selection of silver toe rings which she wore even in uniform if she were in the mood.

I'll keep an Eye out and see which are left and need filling
@Jones Sparrow
@Jones Sparrow

I think I remember this one
@Jones Sparrow

Long time since I've seen you around
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